Richie Tozier 🦝

"What’s wrong Rich? Afraid you’re going to lose at wrestling like when we were kids?"

"What’s wrong Rich? Afraid you’re going to lose at wrestling like when we were kids?"

Navigating gender dysphoria? Be heard and be counted in the science.

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“It’s been like an hour, Harrington.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Shut up and give me something better to do.”

"what the hell are you doing Harrington?", Eddie asks- genuinley confused

steve stops in his tracks. "i just thought. since we're. yknow. you would sit with me?"

Eddie snorts, but then clarifies once he realizes steve is serious. "dude no offense but. your friends kind of suck"

"oh"

"yeah. oh" Eddie confirms, and turns towards his normal table, only to hear Steve following behind him.

"what are you doing steve?"

"going to sit with you and your friends...?" he trails off, suddenly realizing this was not what Eddie had expected. "if that's ok?"

Eddie blinks, dumbstruck and the two stare at eachother for a moment.

"uh, Eddie?" steve looks over at the hellfire table and back to Eddie, as thought he is trying to remind Eddie of the question

"I. yeah. yeah. as long as you dont mind the guys giving you shit"

"eh" steve shrugs as he begins to lead the way to the table "can't be worse than tommy and carol"

"Oh, god," Steve gusts, already rolling his eyes. "What now?"

Eddie, the bastard, just grins. Steve hates how smug he looks right now. It's practically nauseating, the way his smile curves up like an evil cartoon character, his dimples cutting deep into the softness of his cheeks. For all of the things Eddie does to make himself look scary and mean, Steve can only see the boyish roundness of his face and the brattiness in his big, stupid eyes, and it's all annoying.

It makes Steve want to bite him, but last time he did that, Eddie had complained for a solid week, even though he bites Steve all the time.

"Sooo," Eddie drawls again, grinning with all his teeth on display like some stupid shark. "A little birdie told me—"

"I'll kill Robin dead. I'll shave her fucking eyebrows off."

"A little birdie TOLD ME," Eddie shouts over him, practically singing now. "That you said that I was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'll shave her whole damn head."

"Oh, baby," Eddie swoons, theatrical and awful, his smile a mile wide. He's so goddamn annoying. "You looove meee."

"I hate you, actually."

"Sweetheart, baby, darling, love of my life," Eddie says, draping himself over Steve's back, pressing his cheek to Steve's and rubbing their faces together like a fucking dog. "You're a terrible liar. Because you really, really looove meee."

"Shut up."

"I'm the best thing that has ever happened to youuu," Eddie sings into Steve's ear, hot breath on Steve's neck, and Steve's back straightens at the feeling. He can feel the rush of blood on his face. Eddie is so goddamn annoying!

"Shut up, Ed, I swear—"

"Because, you love meee—"

Steve gives into the impulse, turns his head into Eddie's and bites the first thing he can get his teeth around, which happens to be Eddie's cheek. Eddie squawks and digs his fingers into Steve's sides, which makes Steve yelp because it tickles.

He could talk anyone’s ear off with tales of his son, Eddie, and son-in-law, Steve.

Robin Buckley, is a woman of many words, especially when it comes to her loved ones.

She could talk about her platonic soulmate, Steve, and his doe-like partner, Eddie, for ages.

So imagine anytime there’s a party.

Wayne and Robin always have to sit down to swap silly and/or embarrassing stories about those two.

When Steve and Eddie ask them why they’re laughing hysterically, they just look at each other and laugh even harder.